10 things I'd tell my 15-year-old self

I came across this in the morning. It is quite an interesting read and was probably a list I already had mentally but didn't find it necessary to be written down.

Mine seems to differ so much:

1. Eat Something.
I don't remember not eating when I was in my teens. In fact, weight issues only started to bother me in my post-University days (I think).
2. Stay Classy.
Huh?
3. Your Mom is Right.
I am kinda hesitant about this, but... ya. She's right. In my teens, my mum wasn't the most friendly mummy on earth. In fact, MM and I had lots of issues with her. But looking back, I kinda appreciate the role she had played in my teens cos it did nurture me in a way.
4. You Can't Make Everyone Like You.
5. Your Class Rank is Not a Measure of Intelligence.
Half-nod
6. Boys. Stop freaking out about them.
7. You'll Get Over It.
8. Your Friends Are Going to Be Grown-ups Too.
9. Don't Be So Nice.
I don't think I was a nice young kid. In fact, I think I try harder now than before. I must have pissed so many when I was younger.
10. Enjoy this Time.
I still miss the good old days.

This is the 27-year-old me to the 15-year-old me:

1. Exercise
The V girls were horrible at this. A typical warm up for us merely involved circling the basketball court 5 times. Frankly, I wished I had started earlier.
2. Get very involved
In whatever.
3. Your Mom is Right.
4. Be bold and stupid
Seriously, that seemed to be the only time that it was acceptable to be bold and stupid.
5. Your Class Rank is Not a Measure of Intelligence
And future success
6. Boy-girl relationships are crappy.
Frankly, no matter who the "he" was, I think I had missed out a whole lot of fun with my friends.
7. Keep in contact
8. Have fun with your peers.
9. Try to be nice
10. Enjoy this Time.
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Mdm's not exactly in a good mood. In fact, my skies are pretty grey at this moment. It's at times like this that you really hope that when the storm's over, everything settles.

Sometimes, this place is just so screwed

We were supposed to get married again this morning, but guess what... the registration office screwed up! Well, not exactly. Anywayz, we were informed that there is no need for us to register our marriage in Thailand now since the immigration office is accepting our marriage certificate from Singapore (we were initially told to translate the English certificate to Thai then get it certified by the Singapore Embassy in Bangkok).

In Chiangmai, no 2 persons can ever give you the same set of information. Arggghhh.

Leaving the big 5 zone

MM and I at The Central


Cuties at BBQ.

Niece Ernice said to Bully "I will ask the ants to bite you!". And then, she turned around and folded her arms across her chest. So cute! The Chong kids are really really cute, no joke! Will mine be like that? Will mine be like that? Will mine be like that?

*Pray*

With Couz at Settlers'


Back view of Del, taken when we were leaving for the airport


Payap's new electric bus aka Sky Blue!

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On the day that I got back, I stood on the scale and realized that I have reached the big 5 zone. It is staggering in that zone for the past week. Mdm is super demoralized and have since converted to a 75% vegetarian diet!!! OMG. Where the hell did my perseverance go?

Humidity in Singapore

Yesterday, Shan sent me this picture and I was commenting on Daryl's just-got-up look. He must be hating this auntie for getting him out of his sarong. LOL.



And then today, I saw the picture on Facebook, again. I noticed that my hair looked wet (greasy) and my face was uber oily. Now I agree with P about the weather in Singapore.

Anywayz, Happy Friday!

第五天

I was on the phone with mummy when SIL knocked on the door. One of the kids had some homework due tomorrow and needed help. When I got back into the room a minute later, as expected, mummy had hung up. Next minute, dad called back on my cellphone.

We were chatting while the kid was sitting right next to me, browsing through the net for information required for tomorrow's lesson. 5 minutes later, P got up from his sleep looking for ear plugs. He was having a bad headache and had fallen asleep since 8 pm. Apparently, my conversation had woken him from his sleep. He tried looking for the ear plugs, gave up, then turned to me for help. Dad must have realized that I was very distracted by then. Thinking that I must be busy, he cut the conversation short.

And now, P got his ear plugs, niece got her piece of news but my conversation with my folks had ended. Just suddenly, I feel so guilty. I call home once every two days but today, I wasn't able to find 15 minutes to speak to my dad. I cannot give 15 minutes to the man who throughout the week I was back, always try to be so accommodating. This is my fifth day away from home.

Oh... what a cute walking machine

I thought I saw P watching Wall-E with his mouth wide opened.

8 days later

We touched down at 10 pm and got home at 10.30 pm yesterday night. I was so tired. At 12 am, I was on my bed and all ready to sleep. P was still packing then looking for new movies on his favorite torrent websites and giving random comments while I drifted to lala land. This morning, P didn't manage to get up and is now on a self-declared half-day off from work.

I don't have much catching up to do in the office since there was a 2-day public holiday last week and I was actually absent for a mere 3 days although I haven't been at work for 9 days. In fact, I can afford to blog at work now so it very much explains my workload.

My next trip back home would be in December. That's going to be a whole 5 months and the longest I have been away from home. I have a feeling that I won't be able to bear it and might be home in October. 5 months is like half a year! The thought of it is making me feel so sad. Yesterday, P told me over dinner to discuss with my family about going on a trip together this year end. P and I are already having travel plans for December. I wouldn't call it honeymoon since our honeymoon was ruined by the immigration last September but we are planning to travel together out of Thailand/Singapore/Malaysia/Australia for the first time. And now, he invited my family along. It's not really a big deal but it is a gesture that I am very appreciative of.

The last few days in Singapore was hectic. We had a bbq with our extended family on Friday night, met up with my aki buddies on Saturday morning, prepared dinner for my family in the evening (which received thumbs up from my Dad) then met up with my crazy cousins at Settlers' and USYD friends at Kandi Bar at night and had an early yum-cha session with my uncle's family on Sunday morning. I didn't manage to meet up with everyone although I get to see many old friends who I haven't met since I left Singapore last August.

I realized that I haven't been missing much. Most of my friends are so caught up with work and all that they don't seem to be catching up frequently anyway. Although I missed the pampering at home, my mum is feeding me with enough juicy news that I am in fact better informed than MM. Maybe it's not just the people, maybe it's the life. I thought I have gotten used to my life here and the city bug in me is half-dead till I strolled along Orchard Road again after a year.